Conscientiously making soy sauce

Although he kept complaining in his heart, he still took over the work.

With a job in hand, Zhuang Yuan plunged into the notebook.

With steaming milk tea in hand, he stared at the screen and was typing continuously, stopping from time to time to think about the plot below, or to revise the next sentence.The stereo plays random music. Anyway, Shohara doesn't have any specific hobbies, as long as his ears are not idle.

Of course, it can't be as lively as a bar and disco.

What was changed this time is the script of the water monster. The same sentence can be finished, that is, the big fish in the river accidentally jumped out of the water, and it became extremely bizarre by spreading rumors. scary.

Zhuang Yuan also knew about Peng Hanwen's bad taste, so he automatically cut in from the Loch Ness Monster without his mentioning, adding various legends, and plesiosaurs and other very unreliable things.

Yes, Zhuang Yuan himself felt very unreliable.

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Halfway through the writing, Zhuang Yuan carefully read it from the beginning. After watching, he suddenly smiled helplessly.How did he write such a thing?Obviously I don't like it, and I'm even afraid of ghosts, so I unconsciously wrote about the genre Peng Hanwen likes.

Pat slammed his head on the table, Zhuang Yuan rolled his eyes at the script on the screen.

Forget it, anyway, filming is his business, and the script fits his taste, which saves him from having to change it again and again.

The wall clock on the wall walked unhurriedly, the night was getting deeper and quieter.

There were several knocks on the door, Zhuang Yuan was taken aback for a moment, pushed aside the chair and opened the door, only to see Peng Hanwen in brown cotton pajamas holding warmed milk in his hand.

Director Peng, who had changed into casual pajamas, took off his elite temperament at once, and with the furry slippers of the same color on his feet, he looked extremely homely and virtuous, and the capable and serious facial paralysis facing outsiders was also replaced by gentleness. one slice.As long as he faced Zhuang Yuan, his heart would be as soft as melted butter, without any sharpness or sharpness, it was so soft that he could not see the slightest edge.

"It's so late, drink milk and go to bed first." Shaking the cup in his hand, Peng Hanwen frowned when he saw the lit computer screen. "

Zhuang Yuan rubbed his temples helplessly, and sighed, "You really care more about me than your parents. How old am I, and you still have to set a bedtime? Do you still have to stipulate that you must go home before nine o'clock, and if you go out, you must report ? Where do you need to check your phone from time to time?"

"If I don't care about you, you will come around. What if you get sick again? Think about it. I didn't find you before, and I don't know how you lived. When I found you, you were sick and had a fever. Do you know how sick I was? Worried? But I'm afraid that I'm too impulsive and reckless to scare you, and I can't make Yu Guoping suspicious. I'm also afraid that you won't accept me, and I'm afraid that you will think of the past and want to run away from me again." Peng Hanwen sighed "Sorry, I'm a little late."

"I also know that I'm too lenient, but I'm really worried, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..." Peng Hanwen's face was not very good, as if recalling some painful memories, he was silent for a while, "If you think there is something wrong with me It’s too much, you tell me directly, and I will change it. Don’t keep everything in your heart and don’t tell me.”

"If you have any opinions, if you don't like me, if you think I'm too domineering or unreasonable, you can tell me." Peng Hanwen was a little nervous, his hands were tightly clenched, "Promise me, you must tell me, don't say anything Keep it hidden."

At that time, Zhuang Yuan hated him in his heart but didn't show it on his face, pretending to be his least favorite side to make him disgusted, he didn't want the same thing to happen again.

"Well, I know, I'm really not angry, I don't have any ideas, really. And it's never too late, it's a good time to meet." Zhuang Yuan finished drinking the milk and smiled, "I was just joking. "

The young man's smile is clean and clear, no matter how many worlds he has passed, there is no change in the slightest, it is not a mask, nor is he so alienated and indifferent.

"I'll wait for a while to sleep, I just got some inspiration." Zhuang Yuan didn't know what Peng Hanwen was thinking, thinking that he still cared about his going to bed too late, and after all it was for his sake, Zhuang Yuan smiled, "You also need to go to bed earlier."

"Fine, it's up to you." Peng Hanwen nodded, "But if it's too late, I will still knock on the door. At that time, you must prepare to take a shower and go to bed. Don't think that you are young and don't take your body seriously, I am I want to spend decades with you."

"... Decades?" Zhuang Yuan asked softly, as if talking to himself, a little uncertain and disbelieving.

"At least 50 years, that's what that voice said." Peng Hanwen gently stroked the young man's black hair, "Don't leave me early, and don't think about other things."

Zhuang Yuan raised his head and smiled, "Okay, I don't want anything else."

After closing the door, Zhuang Yuan continued to revise the book, still writing according to the suspense genre he was good at, and he didn't dare to have too much hope for what he would shoot, but he always had to do his best, and he always had to come up with something that satisfied him. something to come.

After a while, when he heard three knocks on the door, Zhuang Yuan smiled, turned off the computer neatly, went to the bathroom and took a comfortable hot bath, then went straight to bed, got under the quilt, and rubbed against the full pillow , close your eyes and go to sleep

The film was soon arranged to be played. On the day of the broadcast, Peng Hanwen dragged Zhuang Yuan, who was unwilling to roll his eyes, to sit on the sofa, and turned on the big TV to play "The Mysterious Stairway."

Zhuang Yuan said that he didn't bring up this problem, he was tired.

The big screen looks better, and the sound effects are even more terrifying.Compared with those European and American horror movies that are full of blood and viscera, Peng Hanwen's filming is closer to the fear in Japan's heart.

There are not even any characters appearing, just through rendering, environment and sound effects to build a horrible cage that people can't escape.However, maybe it’s because I’ve seen it before, probably because there’s someone by my side, someone who can protect him from being attacked by yin energy in the last world, but this time Zhuang Yuan didn’t frighten him into a chicken. On the contrary, they had a serious discussion with Peng Hanwen about the development of the story, whether there were flaws, and where they could be improved.

After the release, Zhuang Yuan sighed.

"what happened?"

"I think your stuff will definitely be complained about. It's really too bad." Zhuang Yuan was helpless, "Think about it, the previous one was so intriguing, and in the end it was said that it was the wind... Let others watch it for four or ten minutes. What do people think? What do people who are waiting for Shi Potian's shocking answer think? Those who are blocked must be extremely uncomfortable."

"However..." Zhuang Yuan was also a little entangled, "If you don't shoot like this, others won't watch it, and even find it boring."

"You don't have to think too much, the audience you are facing is different. And anyway, you are using a pseudonym." Peng Hanwen changed the channel to a documentary. "I didn't shoot casually, don't worry, I didn't mess around."

Zhuang Yuan thought for a while, "I'd better write the book, you always need the next script for filming. I still want to polish some things."

"How about I discuss it with you again?"

"It's fine." Zhuang Yuan knew what Peng Hanwen was thinking, but he didn't care too much.And he also wrote two stories, but it was still not enough, not enough for the speed of the show, and a good discussion with Peng Hanwen was also conducive to his inspiration.

It would be great if I could write [-] words a day, but unfortunately...it's not possible.

After the film was broadcast, it really won a piece of... Comments, it should be said that there was a big wave of complaints and chest-stumping.Zhuang Yuan was a little afraid to read all kinds of posts on the forum. They were all built into high-rise buildings, enough to pick up stars and invite immortals.

Thinking about the script that will continue to be broadcast in the future, Zhuang Yuan wiped off his sweat slightly, feeling a little apprehensive.Thinking about how low-key he is, he only needs to be a soy saucer during time travel, how could he think that the book he wrote would be troublesome...

But there are comments, disputes, and complaints that can guarantee the ratings. Such a high-rise forum has also made a certain show popular.

Yu Guoping was overjoyed, he wished they could take pictures of the rest, he was so happy and invited the two of them to dinner.Yu Guoping has always been guilty of making Zhuang Yuan sick. Even though he knew that Zhuang Yuan didn't care about the manuscript fees, he still tried his best to get more budget from the leader.

It's one thing for Zhuang Yuan not to care, but another thing for him to care about.

"Let me tell you, the ratings of that low-budget film should not be too high, and the leaders are planning to put it in prime time." Yu Guoping specially invited two people to dinner this day, and seeing Zhuang Yuan and Peng Hanwen coming by the same car, he didn't think it was a big deal wrong.Seeing that Peng Hanwen took care of Zhuang Yuan in all kinds of ways, he still thought it was because of the happy cooperation between the two.Probably even if Peng Hanwen hugged Zhuang Yuan, someone would think that Director Peng was taking care of his sick friend.

It's good to be dull sometimes.

The waiter served a variety of Hong Kong-style dim sum such as fresh shrimp and chive rice rolls, shrimp dumplings, preserved egg and lean pork porridge, black bean pork ribs, etc. Zhuang Yuan scooped up a bowl of porridge.

"You also ate lightly. Actually, thank you this time. Originally, I wanted to invite you to some quantum cuisine, but I heard it was Michelin-starred." Yu Guoping couldn't stop talking.

"Let's forget about your salary." Zhuang Yuan knew a thing or two about the price of Quantum Cuisine, he and Peng Hanwen could both afford it, but it was too extravagant for Yu Guoping.I just wanted to help my friend, so why let him bleed?With that little money, it's better to let Yu Guoping buy more clothes and shoes, so that he can go after the girl he likes.

Although... now it seems that Yu Guoping's favorite thing is work.

"Thank you, Zhuang Yuan, thank you very much."

"It's just a little effort for me. Anyway, I will work with Director Peng for the next book."

"En..." Yu Guoping suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Zhuang Yuan, are you interested in collecting stories? I still have a few stories that I haven't written in time. Are you interested in going to see the nearby places?"

"It's still cold now. After a while, Zhuang Yuan's book still has a few more episodes, so I can take it slowly." Peng Hanwen euphemistically postponed the day. Let's go."

"Sorry, I was too impatient." Yu Guoping also reacted, "Then wait for the spring, as long as there are still shots. The Internet is very interested in our popular science film this time,"

Zhuang Yuan silently looked out the window.

The author has something to say: Let me tell my relatives first, my grandmother suddenly became seriously ill and fell into a coma in the past two days, and there are many things at home.Maybe the update this week and next week will be a little irregular, please bear with me...

In fact, grandma has been sick several times this year...